Sunrise is painting shapes
On the way to my freedom
Sunrise is braking chanes
Opening gates to my freedom
The scars won't be healed by themselves
It takes the time to feel safe
When all the leaves are waiting
On all the trees are waking up to grow
Sunshine is everywhere
Making scapes in her wisdom
Sunrise all the way
Is bringing faith to her kingdom
Her spring is rising with grace
It's coming back to a place
Where all the leaves are waiting
On all the trees are waking up to grow
When all the leaves are waiting
On all the trees are waking up to grow
To grow, to grow
